As they watched Stellan leave, the guests and members of the Yarwood Family couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Whenever Valentin hosted a banquet, whether big or small, Stellan was always the most active participant. Whether he was genuinely drunk orjust pretending, he was usually the last one to leave the table. His behavior that day was indeed unusual.
Inside the VIP room, Axel noticed Valentin's change in mood, and a sly smile crossed his lips.
"He's just a Martial League President. Some dogs can't be tamed, you know..."
Valentin, now wearing a forced smile to save face and maintain the atmosphere, replied, "Oh, don't mind it, everyone. Mr. Warrington has been quite busy lately. Let's all raise our glasses to our dear friends, Mr. Keller, Mr. Roycroft, and Miss Zedler."
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